Lyrics:
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I'm fuckin'
Then you don't really need to be owned by a bitch like that umm
Like that huh
Take a second
(other)
I have a brother
From another mother
Yeah
Triple 7 triple 7
Are you ready
For your
Second chance (chance)
I grab Jesus by the hand
Yeah yeah
Then i
finally set free
By the realization, all I gotta do is be me, be me
Uh, anime-lovin', video game-playin'
Put that shit in my raps, people like, "What
(sp?)
Buz Aldrin, Neil Armstong, Mike Collier
Buz Aldrin, Mike Collier
This is Apollo control
Twenty-seven thousand feet per second
We confirm
Coyotes stalk the streets down every day
Nothing left to say, it hits me like a wave when you walk on by
Seven seconds saved, the way you speed right past
I stay with it
Too many pussyholes carrying weapons
I'm so icy, man wanna pree me 24/7
Manna got Megaman queffers
Manna get dropped in 21 seconds
Every night
By your side
Seven years from now
Whatever we say
Whatever we do
Nobody can tell
Seven years from now
Forgotten and gone
Forsaken for long
Sitting on a piece of solar driftwood floating in space.
Magic is the art of influencing the course
Of events by the intervention
Of spiritual forces
24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got
SAND OF TIME
Music by Slumber Sonic. Words by Iswardy
KEY Cmaj
Intro: C 2x
C F G 2x
VERSE
C F G7 G
Tis sand of time will stop somehow
C
between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweatshops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Game seven
Maybe I'm a fireman,
Saving babies,
Maybe I'm a local hero
Put me by a mirror,
For seven seconds,
For a while at least,
I will know
Que je suis un
between the races
He hold the rock, call for sweatshops
Guard the set shop replaced by sex shops
The highest bidder, no room for the quitter
Game seven
Seven how you feeling today
Are you lost in maze surrounded by your pain
And again when you turn a corner
Dead end so you continue to wander
Scream
gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
Peep the whole scene
around
The twelve gates were blown up by Fire
By Fire from Hell, by Fire of Death
Wings of Satan covered the cbyss Of
Cosmic Chaos
There is no Second Death
to break up now you know
This break up is now explained
By plate tectonics
Rather than Wegener's concept of
Continental drift
We are the 7
When I wAs A little boy,
(When I wAs just A boy)
And my mother would cAll my nAme,
(When I wAs just A boy)
She'd sAy I hAd to be in the house by 7
a tender legend of prey
Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid
Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world
in bed at night,
Trying to control body and soul.
Four seconds to breathe.
Hold for eight seconds more.
Release for seven seconds.
Repeat until sleep.
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't
a second, we'll do it again
Counting by 10's
Is like having lots of money to spend
10, 20, 30, 40
50, 60 ,70, 80
90, 100
7, 17, 27, 37
47, 57, 67
77, 87, 97,
the pick, the Lee suit, and the afro.
Now from the flair jeans on 169th and College.
Watching the dude lean on one-seven-o
With a Kangol 'cross America,
I
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